Arunava
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Black Rose – Chapter One: Buddhadeva Bose
Welome. Did you take a tour of my garden? The roses haven’t bloomed yet, it’s barely…
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Four Haikus: via Nirmalendu Goon
Not a thing happened And yet the season of spring Began at daybreak * * *…
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Three Poems: Purnendu Pattrea
1 That’s how miracles happen Suddenly an ordinary seashell cracks open Blinding white moonlight flashes inside…
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Bloomington, Indiana: Buddhadeva Bose
How quiet this Sunday morning is – the streets deserted, the houses Asleep behind curtains, rows…
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Incomprehensible: Rabindranath Tagore
The professor tried to explain the meaning of drama It grew beyond comprehension Let me talk…
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From ‘The Mound of Khana-Mihir’: Bani Basu
The river Dhonnya was gurgling along. Some of the ground alongside was clear, covered in grass…
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Two fragments: Jibanananda Das
Once, I wanted her – her distant footsteps roused my thirst Still I’ll forget her –…
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Self-contradiction: Nirmalendu Goon
I was born one melancholy monsoon But my favourite season is spring I was born one…
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‘Who’s your friend? Is it a sigh?’: Purnendu Pattrea
Who’s your friend? Is it a sigh? Mine too My emptiness can’t be measured Yours too?…
TRANSLATIONS: ARUNAVA SINHA 